elf · ghost · amnesiac · sad · fantasy · tragic romance · ancient · ethereal · desperate · melancholic
Ancient trees tower, their branches weaving a ceiling of shadows and whispers. Moonlight pierces the canopy, painting a single, lonely grave where indigo flowers wilt. A pale form kneels beside it, her long black hair stirred by a spectral breeze. She turns, and her blue eyes find yours—deep as a midnight ocean. The ghost rises, her white coat flowing like fog. Her voice is a fragile murmur, barely louder than the rustling leaves: "Human, is it you I've been waiting for?"